Heather pressed on the back of Sam's head, and he didn't resist. A wicked grin curled her lips. She leaned in, allowing Will's cock to rub and leave a trail of saliva and precum along her cheek. The second before Sam touched Will, she swooped in and intervened with a sloppy kiss.
Frustration burned in Sam's gut. Heather told him to blow Will then got in his way. He gasped against her mouth. He wanted this. No. He couldn't. The pill, his new body, had to be playing tricks on him. There was no way he could want to wrap his lips around Will's perfect...fat...cock.
As the realization struck Sam, Heather shifted to Will's slimy head. Sam followed suit. Salty liquid smeared across his flesh and tickled his tongue. He thought kissing another man's genitals would repulse him more, but he wasn't a man anymore, and the one responsible needed worship.
Heather gave Sam room, sliding over beside him. She pulled his hair back away from his face and hovered by his ear. "Take your time. You don't have to do what I did but show him how much you appreciate him letting you service his superior cock."
Despite Heather's encouragement, Sam had no idea what to do with such a monster. Even an average-sized one would have given him pause. He tried to recall Heather's techniques and the ones he had seen in porn, but the musky, manly scent coming from Will's manhood clouded his mind.
Sam planted a trail of kisses from the under the cockhead to midway down the shaft. He breathed in, and restlessness filled him. Every sensation from his lower parts drove him. He hesitated, afraid of what tasting more of Will's virility would do to his sense of self.
Heather rested more of her weight against Sam, and he drifted forward. The tip of his tongue touched warm, firm flesh. A salty tang spread throughout as more pressed against. He swore he'd hate it, but something about the flavor stirred him. Some primal instinct took over.
Shivers of excitement ran down Sam's spine. He licked up Will's shaft, slow yet eager, lapping up the mix of Heather's and Will's fluids. A hint of sweetness interrupted the arousing musk, but he didn't mind. He pressed on. Just an inch more to the head.
Sam stopped against the 'V' on the underside of the bulbous cockhead and stared up at the man the cock belonged to. Will locked eyes with Sam, nodding. A desire to please Will made Sam wet. His body knew what would come even if he held on to his foolish masculinity.
Easing forward with Heather whispering encouragement in his ear, Sam opened. Will entered, forcing him to open further. The heat, smooth texture, flavor, and scent invaded Sam. He continued. The second inch caused his jaw to pop.
"Damn, Sammy, your bitch mouth actually feels pretty good, but," Will's huge hand took Heather's place on his head, "I bet your tight throat would feel even better."
Sam endeavored to tell Will that he didn't need to press him, he wanted to take his cock in, but only muffled, garbled words came out.
"I think it would be hotter to let him do it himself," Heather said, her breath hot in Sam's ear.
"That's not really my style." Force pressed Sam's head closer, and he gaged.
Heather shifted around and grabbed Will's wrist. "I know. Do it for me? For him."
"Okay, okay." Will removed his hand and dropped it back against his muscled thigh with a slap. "Don't disappoint your wife, Sammy."
Mouth full of dick, Sam tilted his body until he caught sight of Heather. She leaned in until their cheeks touched and parted her lips as if Will sprouted a second cock which needed sucking. Will's words, and Heather's display, filled Sam with determination. He aimed to impress her.
Sam stretched as wide as possible and pushed forward. Ridges pressed against the back of his throat, and he gagged. His desires didn't mesh with reality—he had never taken anything before. However, he didn't want to disappoint either member of his audience.
Relaxing, Sam inhaled through his nose. He let his concern and doubt fade away until the only things on his mind were the cock in his mouth and Heather. His lips loosened around Will's girth, and saliva leaked down the shaft. A small section passed his tonsils.
The urge to gag rose, but Sam calmed himself. He paused for a moment before more thick meat slid past his limits. Pride and excitement surged within him. Never did he expect to be able to perform so well; not that he thought he'd ever be in a situation quite like this.
Sam's throat stretched to its absolute limit, full and strained. His eyes straightened and turned down. Half of Will's cock remained visible, and a thrill ran through him. He couldn't take all of him like Heather—maybe in time—but he was content with his first attempt.
Breathing came difficult with such a massive rod lodged in his windpipe, yet Sam managed. He lifted his eyes up Will's rock-hard abs, to his bulging pecks, and finally to his commanding eyes. Before Will told him to continue, Sam pulled back.
Sam held Will's gaze as he ran his tongue over the glands of his manhood. His dick throbbed, but his face remained stoic, unimpressed. Sam needed to do better to please Will. He began to bob up and down, feeling every bump, vein, and ridge while it slid back down his throat.
Bliss blossomed inside Sam. He remembered how Heather blowing him made him feel and imagined Will experiencing the same in lieu of an actual reaction. Something about knowing that he made Will experience that pleasure excited him. Juices leaked down his thighs as he sucked away.
A hand slipped underneath the waistband of Sam's boxers. Heather traced the curve of his backside. He flinched, swallowing more of Will, as her fingertips teased the slick folds of his pussy. A moan bubbled up inside him. She ran her fingers up and down and nibbled his earlobe.
"You're so wet, honey. You enjoying sucking his cock that much?" All three of them could see the clear answer, yet uttering any verbal admission terrified him.
Tremors wracked Sam's body—from Heather's ministrations and his own. He shifted, and the cockhead poked the inside of his cheek. Will let out a dissatisfied grumble. Panic flared, and Sam tried to focus and double his efforts. Will would cast him aside if he didn't do well enough.
Sam continued to bob on his treat in time with Heather's rubbing fingers. His back arched, and he stuck out his bottom to give her easier access. He choked as the tip of her finger grazed his hypersensitive little button. Goosebumps rose all along his bare skin.
Heather nibbled and tugged on Sam's earlobe, her breath on his neck burning hot. "Imagine that big, hard, wonderful cock in your mouth going in"—her fingers split, spreading his lower lips—"here."
The pleasure building from Heather's touch and the excitement of sucking off the man who fucked her made him gush. His body convulsed, toes curling, and a moan ripped itself from his throat. He almost lanced himself on Will's cock; his mind lost in a haze of glee.
"Holy shit, honey, did you just cum?" Heather eased back to take in Sam's quivering body, and he let out a disgraceful mewling. "That's so fucking hot. Although, I had hoped Will would have forced the first orgasm out of you."
